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[Open] Sports Are Another Woman's Job

WHO: Tae Takemi, Tony Stark, Open
WHERE: Pry Says Tent, Sports Day Events
WHAT: Longing For Pry Says, Trying to Sport
WHEN: May 2nd through 5th
WARNINGS: None

I. Look At All The Pretty Things | Closed To Tony Stark

Tae had not really been excited to hear the Agrii's announcement. In some ways it had felt like a jab right at her. She hadn't been so helpful during that fight, and the running off barefoot had not been fun. Still, she hadn't really been a sports club person in high school, and while she did enough exercise to keep healthy, competition wasn't really her thing.

Which was why she had come here. To look at the Prizes and tell herself that it clearly wasn't worth it, especially since the hospital was starting to get going well here.

And instead here she was, eyeing a pair of black leggings with a gray spider web pattern on it. Which was after she'd looked at some practical, work suitable tennis shoes. And some wonderful stiletto heals. Not to mention the leather mini skirt.

"Dammit," she sighs as she looks over it all. "How am I going to get enough for these and the vouchers and the other supplies. If there was ever a time I could use the guinea pig around, this would be it."

II. Balloon Popping Queen | Open

It was a starting place. A miserable one given what Tae had on her shopping list, but a starting point. Because amazingly enough, sports were a lot easier to do when you weren't wearing platform high heels, right? Still, Tae had absolutely found the best solution to getting started.

Which was why the woman entered the balloon pop fenced in area with the straps of her boots loose. As soon as the timer started she stepped out of them, picked one up in each hand, and started at the offending balloons with the sharp heels. Which was pretty effective, given the points they came to. The woman clearly knew what she was doing with how often there were popping noises. That said anyone watching might want to take a step back, because the glitter was sure flying.

"This glitter better be biodegradable, aliens."

III. Trying Your Best | Open

Alright. It had taken her almost a third of the day once things had started to buy the shoes she needed, and she had needed to wash her legs and clothes during a light lunch on her ship, but now she was back and the doctor looked... intent as she moved through the games, her pockets jingling with chits.

"Alright then," she said, facing down the line of games. "I suppose it's time to get started. Now, how do I know which of these are even worth trying?"

She needed the best pay out possible for someone of her level of skill, so she was probably not going to do well here.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Sounds like you know him," she says, her voice thoughtful as she goes to collect some more clothes. This time it's actually practical scrubs. Every girl deserves a set.

"Is that all? Nothing he likes that I can provide?"

Lightly curious? Yep, that's her. Granted she's never been in his presence, but someone who could rattle off chemical formula for medications and who was replicating them as forethought deserved consideration.

"Little bit," Tony muttered, mostly to himself as Tae turned to choose more prizes. What confidence he had in that statement slowly leaked out as it struggled to come up with an answer for something that Jon would be happily surprised to receive, and Tony'd had a few years now of trying to leave him the right gift.

Before his lingering smirk could entirely fall, he abruptly offered, "Conventional wisdom suggests you should always bring flowers, start the date off with a little luxury, and every time he sees them over the next few days he's going to have to think about you." The problem that he knew she was going to accuse him of, was how much Tony actually relied on anything conventional, so he was ready to continue mildly, "Jewellery lasts much longer, though."

Conventional wisdom is not her style. In fact she smiles to herself as she remembers.

"I bring tickets, to some concert. If they don't want to go they can trade or sell it. And if they do go and have a good time they can keep the ticket for memories. But I guess flowers were never my thing. And jewelry can be so hit or miss."

Tony raised his eyebrows, aiming for scandalized and landing closer to expectant, until it was clear that he had to push, "You know he can't go to that concert without you, that's the next date." She really did have a poor opinion of him if she thought he was that naive. "If a concert is your thing, though--Don't worry about it, you ask him to go, I'll do the rest. Just give me a timeline."

What a strange conversation this was turning into. But she supposed she could accept that. For now she pulled out her comm and started tallying point values.

"You're one of those then? What's the term I heard... shippers?"

'One of those' could have gone a lot of dark directions, and Tony braced like he was ready to be slapped, only to be left staring then trying for a glance over either shoulder like there might be something there to better illuminate what Tae meant. Nothing was giving Tony any obvious context. "Like...exports...?" he tried. He could see how that would make him a 'shipper', and maybe being accused of being some kind of middle man was an improvement on her evaluation of his value to her in the hospital.

Now now, it wasn't middle man. It was middle class. There was a difference. A vital one. And he clearly wasn't a middle anything.

"Like those people who get invested in relationships on TV, real or not. Or who think their favorite celebrities should be together and just tell themselves stories about it."

There was another pause while Tony tried to restructure with this new information, his eyes narrowing as he considered that he might have told himself more than a few humiliating stories about 'celebrity relationships' and just how obvious his proclivities might have been to everyone more polite than to bring it up like this. Abruptly, he realized, "You're--are you famous?" That would explain some things. "Not that--listen, I'd remember a celebrity doctor looking like you. Probably. There's a lot of Earths out there."

"Infamous, in the right circles," she reminds him with a shake of her head and her arms moving to cross defensively over her chest. Though she does also have a little smirk. Nice to know that her looks are memorable.

"It's more that you're setting up this narrative for me and this Jon, who I have only spoken to once. Figure if you're doing that it's some sort of habit of yours."

It wasn't a habit that Tony ever felt like he had to defend; he already had plenty of those to talk about. He had to buy himself some time with a clipped, "Maybe," as he struggled with what he thought he was doing for Jon, and had to push it aside to continue, "Your pleasure is my pleasure. You asked what he would like. So." Flowers and jewellery weren't the answer, a concert very well might have been, and Tony was the one that had spoken to Jon more than once. Maybe it was a little defensive when he suddenly tried, "A good cup of coffee, in something strong and reliable and--honest." That was not a normal way to describe a mug. "Maybe there's something like that around here, hey, might as well, we're already breaking the bank, what's one more thing, let's check." He was finally moving away from the table then as he talked quickly, hands fluttering to spread the words around liberally.

Coffee. Tae makes a noise that is a cross between frustration and longing.

"Him and me both. And a plate of the boss's special curry to go with it."

Now she misses home in a way she hadn't before.

"Wait, are we looking for the coffee or the cup? And how can a cup be dishonest?"

It was much safer to answer, "Is that a euphemism?," finger up like he might calculate how exactly to get from 'curry' to something salacious. "The coffee is covered, you really should come by some time, I'm pretty sure he spends all of his replicator charges on it. And I got a giant bean. Don't worry about it. All you need to bring is your own special curry. Eugh, no, that's terrible."

Really? A euphemism? If he were a child he would lose his lollipop for that.

"It's literally just curry. And I don't cook. We're all better off with that. Well, I can do mochi, but that's different."

"You're right, that's a much better euphemism," Tony smiled innocently, rounding back toward Tae and their collection with a wide, black mug to add to the table. "We'd all enjoy your mochi. Curry's a weird one, to miss from home. You know what I keep thinking about? It was the pizza and hot dogs and, you know, whatever--lately, it's oysters. I don't even like oysters that much. They're not going to fill me up, have to go to the bodega after I drop her off, but there's a--it's a whole program, you know. Lucky if you get a napkin here."

"Well I'm not sure I'm even going to consider making any. This isn't the right moon."

How was one supposed to respect traditions and the like when the important things weren't around?

"Never was much of one for oysters. But now you're making me miss urchin."

That always struck her as a more reasonable thing to eat than oysters.

That had to be another word that Tae was using in a way that Tony didn't understand, leaving him staring again, brow furrowed this time as he tried to work this one out. 'Shipping' seemed like a logical progression now, but he wasn't seeing the same connection here, and eventually had to admit, "There's your problem. You'd probably be an alright cook if you weren't letting the moon do it for you. She's magnificent, but in my experience, that's just not one of her talents."

Now Tae just looked confused and bemused.

"I'm not sure I get what you mean. I'm referring to New Year's celebrations."

And that means she's missed something. Probably a cultural thing that wasn't translating.

Oh, it was actually that straightforward, and after looking briefly stunned, Tony had to make sure they were both aware, "You only cook once a year, when the stars align." She was never going to be allowed to argue about how high maintenance she was again. "My mom was like that, too. Her sangria was an event. Ruined a prolific amount of tasteful tan summer suits."

It wasn't that she was high maintenance so much as...

"It's not that I don't cook. It's that I'm bad at it. Mochi is... it's not really cooking in the same way. The good news is my medical school attempts at cooking mean I am very good at recognizing accidental food poisoning."

Though she does grimace at 'sangria'. Clearly not her alcohol of choice.

That said he's definitely conveyed a bit more about himself with that tasteful tan summer suit comment. The man came from money of some degree then. Perhaps that explained his casual lack of concern over theft. No, the more she thought about it the less she believed that. His lack of concern probably came from living here for a long time.

If a doctor had to pick just one talent, Tony supposed that would be a reasonable trade-off, and with a lopsided smile said, "Like the moon, magnificent in other ways." He didn't know the first thing about making mochi, so he would have to take her word for the unrecognizable process. Maybe it took a centrifuge or surgical precision.

"What about intentional? Just, hypothetically. In case some problems have to be solved, I gotta know what my options are, can't exactly change my name and move to Spain under the circumstances."

That earned him a warmer smile. Oh Tony, why would you ever want to make someone sick?

"I'm sure the replicators could give you something to help in that case. But I will need bribed to not point it out when a patient invariably ends up at my door."

"Right, good to know, I'll have that ready. Always be prepared. Concert tickets, right?" Tony said, trying not to look too proud that he finally figured out how to get her to stop huffing and scowling was just to be a little morbid, and keep this business very serious. "That does mean you'd have to go with me. I can do three, if that's what you're into. I can't turn down a third."

There was nothing wrong with a morbid sense of humor in her opinion. Hell, as a doctor it almost helped to keep herself sane with that sort of black humor edge.

"Usually the concert tickets need an accompanying performance," she points out. "This place seems lacking in that."

Three huh? She smirks at that. Was he implying more there? Nothing she hadn't tried before actually.

"I presume the third would be Jon? You seem familiar with him."

That was supposed to be Tony's game, so he tried to turn around, "I knew you liked him. Straight to the top of the list, not even any other contenders. I get it, he's great to listen to, you should hear him sing. Listen, that would have been a fun surprise, wouldn't it? If you actually listened when I said not to worry about it, I'd take care of it, I could make a concert happen. You'll get another chance, future is full of possibilities."

"I can appreciate a man who can rattle off chemical formula and is good enough with computers to help me whip up secure and confidential patient files."

And his voice was the one the comms used for text to voice. She had no clue why but it was pleasant.

"I have no 'contenders' here, except the list of those who try my patience."

Currently, thanks to this pleasant conversational turn, Tony had dropped down on it a few levels. Which meant that Eddie and Ash topped the list of 'most frustrating', though for differing reasons. Soon even they would be displaced by another contender.

"The future is full of many things. But I suppose I'll bank on another chance. This place is dreadfully lacking in music."

And it was wearing on her in ways she would not have anticipated.

[Open] Sports Are Another Woman's Job

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